Her eyes were wide, lips parted in silence, her body trembling violently. Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue, were always alert, scanning the environment for any sign of danger. It filled the crawl space like a psychic flare, vibrating through the metal, freezing every soldier behind her in paralyzed horror. “I don’t know,” Vendric said, his brow furrowed. They still had to navigate the maze of vents, find a way to escape the ship, and survive whatever horrors the warp would throw their way. She tried to resist — clenched her jaw, willed herself to stop—but her body betrayed her, her arm moving with disturbing precision and unyielding force. Sofia was gasping and tears rolled down her face non stop. Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue, were always alert, scanning the environment for any sign of danger.
